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This story was inspired by something that Avirra said to me, and posting it now I suppose is wishful thinking on my part!
HAPPY SPRING! Ha!
(Hope the storm doesn't damage the cherry blossoms...)

Illya was in the bowels of UNCLE NY’s headquarters in the section that housed the gym, showers and physical therapy facilities. He had been there all morning working out; first with a trainer and then on his own. Tomorrow, he would have to take and pass his physical. It was all that stood between him and the field as he had easily passed his firearms’ qualifying rounds. Medical had partially released him from their care. He would be fully released when (if) he re – qualified for field duty.
Illya was in the bowels of UNCLE NY’s headquarters in the section that housed the gym, showers and physical therapy facilities. He had been there all morning working out; first with a trainer and then on his own. Tomorrow, he would have to take and pass his physical. It was all that stood between him and the field as he had easily passed his firearms’ qualifying rounds. Medical had partially released him from their care. He would be fully released when (if) he re – qualified for field duty.
Illya Kuryakin had been accused of possessing nine lives. Today he felt as though one of them might be slipping away.
If blood could drain any faster from a gaping hole in his shoulder then he wasn’t aware of the statistics; the bullet had gone to ground in the deltoid muscle of the UNCLE agent’s left arm, something only slightly less damaging than had it been his right arm. No doubt Mr. Waverly would have something to say about…
Dizziness was setting in, possibly shock. Why had Napoleon not just stayed where he was? It was going to be nearly impossible to get them both out of here, and Napoleon looked even worse than Illya felt.
Illya Kuryakin had been accused of possessing nine lives. Today he felt as though one of them might be slipping away.
If blood could drain any faster from a gaping hole in his shoulder then he wasn’t aware of the statistics; the bullet had gone to ground in the deltoid muscle of the UNCLE agent’s left arm, something only slightly less damaging than had it been his right arm. No doubt Mr. Waverly would have something to say about…
Dizziness was setting in, possibly shock. Why had Napoleon not just stayed where he was? It was going to be nearly impossible to get them both out of here, and Napoleon looked even worse than Illya felt.